The StormA Poem by mackenzi_drew
Six harmonious voices
echo In an old studio while the winter wind howls fiercely branches thump against tall windows we connect with strangers movement ,sound and vibration dance to the storm move to the rhythm of silence tense and release connect through eye contact twist and laugh love and attack feel unfamiliar touch then let go of the past © 2015 mackenzi_drew |
StatsAuthormackenzi_drewOttawa, Ontario, CanadaAboutAbstract/landscape painter, ukulele and guitar player, visitor of abandoned places, food lover, song/poem writer, photographer, coffee snob, museum/gallery browser, space geek, concert frequenter, lov.. more..Writing
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